XLVIII: Unto Thee be praise, O Lord my God! I beseech Thee
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Unto Thee be praise, O Lord my God! I beseech
Thee by Thy Most Great Name Who hath been shut
up in the prison-town of Akká, and Who--as Thou
beholdest, O my God--hath fallen into the hands of
His enemies, and is threatened by the swords of the
wicked doers, to make me steadfast in His Cause, and
to direct mine eyes continually towards His court, in
such wise that nothing whatsoever will have the
power to turn me back from Him.

2

I testify, O my Lord, that He hath surrendered
His life in Thy path, and hath wished for Himself
nothing but tribulation in the love He beareth to
Thee. He hath endured all manner of vexations that
He may manifest Thy sovereignty unto Thy servants,
and exalt Thy word amidst Thy creatures. As the
adversities deepened, and the troubles sent down by
Thee compassed Him on every side, He became so
impassioned by His thought of Thee, that the hosts
of all them that had disbelieved in Thee and repudiated
Thy signs ceased to affright Him.

3

I implore Thee, O my Lord, by Him and by whatsoever
pertaineth unto Him, to set my affections
upon Him even as He hath set His own affections
upon Thyself. I testify that His love is Thy love,
and His self Thy self, and His beauty Thy beauty,
and His Cause Thy Cause.

4

Deny me not, O my Lord, what is with Thee, and
suffer me not to be forgetful of what Thou didst
desire in Thy days. Thou art, verily, the Almighty,
the Most Exalted, the All-Glorious, the All-Wise.